Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-03-06

like the signing of summer winds, then
he would glide Of into a beautiful trenulO
and wind up with a wild weird Commanche
~stGecato. Then beautiful volcanic eruptiye
sound like quick, rapid jerks on a dozen
bass viols, then all was silence;
then again q waving almost inaudi-
BILE sound would commence, then one
or two con spiritO bursts, then several long,
wild, ~despairing snorts, then gently glide
into a soft asthmatic tenor. In my agony
Of delight / clutched the mattress with des-
peration. / don't know what piece he was
snoring. or what opera it is from, but / can
say it was simply grand. A person could
not fully appreciate it unless had attended
sometime in his life a steamboat explosion,
or a great opera chorus. / never heard a
person before who possessed such trans
cendentkalent in that particular line, and
| marveled how generous is Nature with
her gifts to some. III only possessed that
mans talent and voice, / would reyolu-
tionize modern opera, and make Patti
ashamed of her feeble powers.
Ia the morning ! sat on the yeranda lis
tening to an ornate history of
THE POLAND CHINA HOG.
The landlord had n mama for fancy stock
and took great pride in his Poland China
hogs. He was very aesthetic in his ideas OF
hog culture and il unstrung his nerves
every time he saw one of his hogs rubbing
himself against the door frame because It
disaTranged the smoothness OF its bristles.
While be was talking the fair maiden
whose life I had saved passed from the
house to the depot with \ sad look upon
her face. Girls in bad luck" said the
genial proprietor; had no Doodle to pay
for accommodations, not even after j
throwed off fifty cents, making the bill
only two dollars and q half. Had to keep
her collateral for pay" | learned that
she was a commercial traveller
SELLING GOODS FOR A CORSET FACTORY,
and the landlord had kept all her sample
corsets for her lodging and breakfast.
understood her sad look. ] rushed TO the
depot and found her. | opened my pocket
book but it held nothing but a lock of hair
and u newspaper clipping on a "A Remedy
for Freckles." | felt in my pockets aud
could find nothing but a pocket comb.
Would this trivial absence OF sordid dross
restrain my generous impulse? No.
handed them TO her saying,
Gentle maiden, | appreciate your
embarrassment, here is my pocket book,
there is nothing in it, and here is my
pocket comb, there is nothing in it, but
take them, you may some time get them
full and hope you may. Nay do not re-
fuse, accept them il nothing more as an
example of my unlimited generosity"
Size took them. Once more | was a hero.
| then wandered back and asked the
brutal landlord what he intended to DO
with the corsets. He said he didn't know
unless he would sew them together and
make a crazy quilt carpet for the parlor.
/ passed through there again two weeks
late. The landlord who was also porter
for the Windsor was on the platform with
an exotic and g7rgeous smile upon his
countenance. He greeted me warmly and
said, Look there, will you, by gosh them
Poland Chinas won't muss up their hair
any more now" | looked over toward the
house and beheld' in all their significance,
sixteen Poland China pigs clad in the
most beautiful and most ~fashionably color
ed corsets of the period.
VANILLA JONES.